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DragonMistress

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Posted August 31, '08 4:47pm UTC

First, I will post the overall rules, and then I will post the specifics about this week.

Original rules, as stated by Ubertuna:

It must fit the week's theme.
It must be submitted by the deadline.
It cannot have inappropriate language in it.
It cannot be stolen (if you plagiarize, we will find you).

Also:

The poem must be created for this contest
A user cannot win two weeks in a row (though everyone is welcome to submit every week!)
Only one submission per user will be accepted

As we all know, the winner will recieve a merit, and their poem will be featured on the _Poetry_ page.

OK, on to this week's topic...Again, we are having a style instead of a theme. Also, this week we are having TWO WEEKS to do it, instead of the usual one. Why? Because this will be an EPIC poem. Or, rather, a parody of an epic poem. Generally, epic poetry is very long, and tells the serious story of a heroic figure. Well, this week, the epic figure is YOU! Write a long poem (I'll leave the definition of 'long' up to you, but give it a good go) about the heroic story of you! It can be silly, serious, whatever... just have fun with it. You have two weeks, so have a great time!

First, I will post the overall rules, and then I will post the specifics about this week.\r\n\r\nOriginal rules, as stated by Ubertuna:\r\n\r\n[quote]It must fit the week's theme.\r\nIt must be submitted by the deadline.\r\nIt cannot have inappropriate language in it.\r\nIt cannot be stolen (if you plagiarize, we will find you).[/quote]\r\n\r\nAlso:\r\n\r\nThe poem must be created for this contest\r\nA user cannot win two weeks in a row (though everyone is welcome to submit every week!)\r\nOnly one submission per user will be accepted\r\n\r\nAs we all know, the winner will recieve a merit, and their poem will be featured on the [url=http://armorgames.com/user/_poetry_]_Poetry_[/url] page.\r\n\r\n\r\nOK, on to this week's topic...Again, we are having a style instead of a theme. Also, this week we are having TWO WEEKS to do it, instead of the usual one. Why? Because this will be an EPIC poem. Or, rather, a parody of an epic poem. Generally, epic poetry is very long, and tells the serious story of a heroic figure. Well, this week, the epic figure is YOU! Write a long poem (I'll leave the definition of 'long' up to you, but give it a good go) about the heroic story of you! It can be silly, serious, whatever... just have fun with it. You have two weeks, so have a great time!

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Parsat

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Posted January 10, '09 2:51am UTC

Gee thanks. I really liked IqAndreas', hope he comes back with some more awesomeness in the future.

A sestina? Man, those things are hard! But I will rack my brains and see what my metered brain will do.

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Parsat

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Posted January 10, '09 4:00am UTC

The Dead Still Cry

AN: Feels weird not to have a regular meter or a rhyme. Nevertheless, I've tried to record the events of my dream in the sestina form, with as good as a flow as I can manage.

The field was barren, cold with war,
Enshrouded by a chilly mist.
The air was still, and still hung deep
In land encased from trench to trench;
And men prepared for that final call:
The last sound until the end.

Ten minutes, they cried, from end to end,
Til gallant troops climbed up to war.
Not a sound, not even a natural call,
Could penetrate at all the mist.
The ground, uneased, trembled from trench
To its very core, an abyss deep.

"Five minutes!" it echoed in foxholes deep,
Reverberated, it seemed, with no end.
Death waited lustfully by each trench
With its allies, Hate and War;
Its sickle shone despite the mist
To slash and cleave on call.

One minute until the starting call
One last chance to hide down deep.
The soldiers shivered in the mist
And fixed bayonets on rifles' end.
For some, it was a start in war,
And others, their final trench.

The countdown came upon the trench
Until the attack and call;
How short was life, and cruel was war
And yet, was sleep so deep?
The time then rushed to the end
The whistles cried and fell silent in the mist.

Fire and steel flashed through the mist
Blood spilled on field and trench.
How bitter and quick was the end
To answer heaven's call?
Finally, the lull came, quick and deep
To repeat, for that is war.

The war was done for that field of mist,
But the trench, so deep! is forever cursed.
The dead still call in pain that does not end.

The Dead Still Cry\r\n\r\nAN: Feels weird not to have a regular meter or a rhyme. Nevertheless, I've tried to record the events of my dream in the sestina form, with as good as a flow as I can manage.\r\n\r\nThe field was barren, cold with war,\r\nEnshrouded by a chilly mist.\r\nThe air was still, and still hung deep\r\nIn land encased from trench to trench;\r\nAnd men prepared for that final call:\r\nThe last sound until the end.\r\n\r\nTen minutes, they cried, from end to end,\r\nTil gallant troops climbed up to war.\r\nNot a sound, not even a natural call,\r\nCould penetrate at all the mist.\r\nThe ground, uneased, trembled from trench\r\nTo its very core, an abyss deep.\r\n\r\n"Five minutes!" it echoed in foxholes deep,\r\nReverberated, it seemed, with no end.\r\nDeath waited lustfully by each trench\r\nWith its allies, Hate and War;\r\nIts sickle shone despite the mist\r\nTo slash and cleave on call.\r\n\r\nOne minute until the starting call\r\nOne last chance to hide down deep.\r\nThe soldiers shivered in the mist\r\nAnd fixed bayonets on rifles' end.\r\nFor some, it was a start in war,\r\nAnd others, their final trench.\r\n\r\nThe countdown came upon the trench\r\nUntil the attack and call;\r\nHow short was life, and cruel was war\r\nAnd yet, was sleep so deep?\r\nThe time then rushed to the end\r\nThe whistles cried and fell silent in the mist.\r\n\r\nFire and steel flashed through the mist\r\nBlood spilled on field and trench.\r\nHow bitter and quick was the end\r\nTo answer heaven's call?\r\nFinally, the lull came, quick and deep\r\nTo repeat, for that is war.\r\n\r\nThe war was done for that field of mist,\r\nBut the trench, so deep! is forever cursed.\r\nThe dead still call in pain that does not end.

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raigeki

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Posted January 10, '09 8:29am UTC

i have a question.

what is the meaning of sentinas again??

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Gantic

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Posted January 10, '09 4:16pm UTC

I don't think sestinas were made for rhyme, unless you count Swinburne's scheme.

This one's a little flippant.

Anxiety

On all the suns and stars he hangs his tears
And from the dreary moon he hides his fears.
Living as if his voice upon deaf ears,
In somber gray he paints his days by years
And washes them away with all the beers
He drank while giving others falser cheers.

He sulks and kicks the dirt midst joyous cheers
And gathers one by one his worthless tears
That could not mix with all his bitter beers
Nor would help assuage uncertain fears
All that he had accrued through all his years
Never did fall upon indiff'rent ears

And she who heard him with her lonely ears
Tried to fill his heart with warmth and cheers
To undo all the pain throughout his years
To kiss and brush away his salty tears
To move his mind from all his baseless fears
And with her love replace his bitter beers

Day by day came less pathetic beers
And song would hang upon his joyous ears
Remove the sorrows and start to move the fears
As he skips and dances as he cheers
The love that brushed and kissed away his tears
And marries her for years and years and years

Together singing songs to fill the years
Swept out the pain and sorrow. With his beers
Down the drain together poured his tears
Then came from happiness the newest ears
And came from it the wails that brought them cheers
Removed and banned the last of hopeless fears

But arose in him new uncertain fears
As days turned into months turned into years
But even though he kept with him his cheers
He starts to drown himself in bitter beers
And his cries pierce the pitiful of ears
On all the suns and stars he hangs his tears

None could remove the fears shellacked in beers
And by the years came indiff'rent ears
As no cheers could remove his morbid tears

I don't think sestinas were made for rhyme, unless you count Swinburne's scheme.\r\n\r\nThis one's a little flippant.\r\n\r\n[b]Anxiety[/b]\r\n\r\nOn all the suns and stars he hangs his tears\r\nAnd from the dreary moon he hides his fears.\r\nLiving as if his voice upon deaf ears,\r\nIn somber gray he paints his days by years\r\nAnd washes them away with all the beers\r\nHe drank while giving others falser cheers.\r\n\r\nHe sulks and kicks the dirt midst joyous cheers\r\nAnd gathers one by one his worthless tears\r\nThat could not mix with all his bitter beers\r\nNor would help assuage uncertain fears\r\nAll that he had accrued through all his years\r\nNever did fall upon indiff'rent ears\r\n\r\nAnd she who heard him with her lonely ears\r\nTried to fill his heart with warmth and cheers\r\nTo undo all the pain throughout his years\r\nTo kiss and brush away his salty tears\r\nTo move his mind from all his baseless fears\r\nAnd with her love replace his bitter beers\r\n\r\nDay by day came less pathetic beers\r\nAnd song would hang upon his joyous ears\r\nRemove the sorrows and start to move the fears\r\nAs he skips and dances as he cheers\r\nThe love that brushed and kissed away his tears\r\nAnd marries her for years and years and years\r\n\r\nTogether singing songs to fill the years\r\nSwept out the pain and sorrow. With his beers\r\nDown the drain together poured his tears\r\nThen came from happiness the newest ears\r\nAnd came from it the wails that brought them cheers\r\nRemoved and banned the last of hopeless fears\r\n\r\nBut arose in him new uncertain fears\r\nAs days turned into months turned into years\r\nBut even though he kept with him his cheers\r\nHe starts to drown himself in bitter beers\r\nAnd his cries pierce the pitiful of ears\r\nOn all the suns and stars he hangs his tears\r\n\r\nNone could remove the fears shellacked in beers\r\nAnd by the years came indiff'rent ears\r\nAs no cheers could remove his morbid tears

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Parsat

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Posted January 10, '09 6:08pm UTC

Good job. I don't think sestinas are made for rhyming though; it's really more of a free verse style in terms of rhyme and meter. It has to read smoothly, and it has to follow the format.

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Zophia

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Posted January 14, '09 9:35am UTC

I found this to be very interesting to try...

Oh, and I read the ones submitted so far, and liked them, but I have no idea what to say other than that. This structure is unfamiliar to me...

Alright, my attempt. If anyone ends up being confused after reading it, I can only say that I am too... But Crows have that effect...
*glares at word that would be censored if I left out the . in it*

Bound to the spring

In a cold night with falling snow
A night in silent darkness bound
The winter sky took a hollow turn
While under a tree did land a Crow
It landed on the frozen ground
And in the white it found an urn

It pondered; "Why sits here an urn?
Under a tree in falling snow
It looks as if glued to the ground
By some un-Earthly meanings bound?
I may be just a ghostly Crow
What could this simple place make turn?

For something here implies a turn
This all revolves around this urn
And though I am merely a Crow
Who found this urn in the cold snow
I wonder if it's truly bound
Or if a soul lost it on this ground"

The watching bird stood on the ground
Looked at the storm, then did a turn
If to this place the urn was bound
What in this world would bound an urn?
Feathers slowly tainted with snow
An eery feeling hit the Crow

For what things are able to baffle a Crow?
What things can make it hearken ground?
It cannot be this cursed white snow
It cannot be the dark sky's turn
What could it be about this urn?
To this dark place un-Earthly bound

"If it is to the Darkness bound
It should not be feared by any Crow
Perhaps I should just leave this urn
On this cold place one the cold ground"
And thus the black bird spread it wings and did a turn
Flapping wings freed of the tainting snow

As the last snow fell on the abandoned urn
And on the frozen ground d.amned by the Crow
A soul was freed, before to that place bound

I found this to be very interesting to try...\r\n\r\nOh, and I read the ones submitted so far, and liked them, but I have no idea what to say other than that. This structure is unfamiliar to me...\r\n\r\nAlright, my attempt. If anyone ends up being confused after reading it, I can only say that I am too... But Crows have that effect...\r\n*glares at word that would be censored if I left out the . in it*\r\n\r\n[b]Bound to the spring[/b]\r\n\r\n[i]In a cold night with falling snow\r\nA night in silent darkness bound\r\nThe winter sky took a hollow turn\r\nWhile under a tree did land a Crow\r\nIt landed on the frozen ground\r\nAnd in the white it found an urn\r\n\r\nIt pondered; "Why sits here an urn?\r\nUnder a tree in falling snow\r\nIt looks as if glued to the ground\r\nBy some un-Earthly meanings bound?\r\nI may be just a ghostly Crow\r\nWhat could this simple place make turn?\r\n\r\nFor something here implies a turn\r\nThis all revolves around this urn\r\nAnd though I am merely a Crow\r\nWho found this urn in the cold snow\r\nI wonder if it's truly bound\r\nOr if a soul lost it on this ground"\r\n\r\nThe watching bird stood on the ground\r\nLooked at the storm, then did a turn\r\nIf to this place the urn was bound\r\nWhat in this world would bound an urn?\r\nFeathers slowly tainted with snow\r\nAn eery feeling hit the Crow\r\n\r\nFor what things are able to baffle a Crow?\r\nWhat things can make it hearken ground?\r\nIt cannot be this cursed white snow\r\nIt cannot be the dark sky's turn\r\nWhat could it be about this urn?\r\nTo this dark place un-Earthly bound\r\n\r\n"If it is to the Darkness bound\r\nIt should not be feared by any Crow\r\nPerhaps I should just leave this urn\r\nOn this cold place one the cold ground"\r\nAnd thus the black bird spread it wings and did a turn\r\nFlapping wings freed of the tainting snow\r\n\r\nAs the last snow fell on the abandoned urn\r\nAnd on the frozen ground d.amned by the Crow\r\nA soul was freed, before to that place bound[/i]

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Zophia

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Posted January 21, '09 10:32am UTC

Now, this week's theme. It seems to me that we have had a lot of "funny" themes over the past week, and that's all well and good. I enjoy a laugh as much as the rest of you. I do think, however, that it about time that we focus on something a little more serious. This is why I have decided to make the theme for the next contest...

SESTINAS!

I know you didn't post a deadline, but this round started January 7th. . .

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ubertuna

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Posted January 24, '09 9:19am UTC

Hehe, not very much turnout for this round. Ah well, I don't think anybody else is going to submit, so here are the results (finally):

And the winner is...

Zophia!

In a cold night with falling snow
A night in silent darkness bound
The winter sky took a hollow turn
While under a tree did land a Crow
It landed on the frozen ground
And in the white it found an urn

It pondered; "Why sits here an urn?
Under a tree in falling snow
It looks as if glued to the ground
By some un-Earthly meanings bound?
I may be just a ghostly Crow
What could this simple place make turn?

For something here implies a turn
This all revolves around this urn
And though I am merely a Crow
Who found this urn in the cold snow
I wonder if it's truly bound
Or if a soul lost it on this ground"

The watching bird stood on the ground
Looked at the storm, then did a turn
If to this place the urn was bound
What in this world would bound an urn?
Feathers slowly tainted with snow
An eery feeling hit the Crow

For what things are able to baffle a Crow?
What things can make it hearken ground?
It cannot be this cursed white snow
It cannot be the dark sky's turn
What could it be about this urn?
To this dark place un-Earthly bound

"If it is to the Darkness bound
It should not be feared by any Crow
Perhaps I should just leave this urn
On this cold place one the cold ground"
And thus the black bird spread it wings and did a turn
Flapping wings freed of the tainting snow

As the last snow fell on the abandoned urn
And on the frozen ground d.amned by the Crow
A soul was freed, before to that place bound

And the fail award goes to...

KingRyan! Wait, he didn't submit this round. Nevermind -.-

The fail award goes to Gantic's first poem, mostly for the use of the word "stabile."

Anyway, new theme is going to be...

Love Poems!

The deadline is Valentines Day. Have fun yall!

Hehe, not very much turnout for this round.  Ah well, I don't think anybody else is going to submit, so here are the results (finally):\r\n\r\nAnd the winner is...\r\n\r\nZophia!\r\n\r\n[quote]In a cold night with falling snow\r\nA night in silent darkness bound\r\nThe winter sky took a hollow turn\r\nWhile under a tree did land a Crow\r\nIt landed on the frozen ground\r\nAnd in the white it found an urn\r\n\r\nIt pondered; "Why sits here an urn?\r\nUnder a tree in falling snow\r\nIt looks as if glued to the ground\r\nBy some un-Earthly meanings bound?\r\nI may be just a ghostly Crow\r\nWhat could this simple place make turn?\r\n\r\nFor something here implies a turn\r\nThis all revolves around this urn\r\nAnd though I am merely a Crow\r\nWho found this urn in the cold snow\r\nI wonder if it's truly bound\r\nOr if a soul lost it on this ground"\r\n\r\nThe watching bird stood on the ground\r\nLooked at the storm, then did a turn\r\nIf to this place the urn was bound\r\nWhat in this world would bound an urn?\r\nFeathers slowly tainted with snow\r\nAn eery feeling hit the Crow\r\n\r\nFor what things are able to baffle a Crow?\r\nWhat things can make it hearken ground?\r\nIt cannot be this cursed white snow\r\nIt cannot be the dark sky's turn\r\nWhat could it be about this urn?\r\nTo this dark place un-Earthly bound\r\n\r\n"If it is to the Darkness bound\r\nIt should not be feared by any Crow\r\nPerhaps I should just leave this urn\r\nOn this cold place one the cold ground"\r\nAnd thus the black bird spread it wings and did a turn\r\nFlapping wings freed of the tainting snow\r\n\r\nAs the last snow fell on the abandoned urn\r\nAnd on the frozen ground d.amned by the Crow\r\nA soul was freed, before to that place bound[/quote]\r\n\r\nAnd the fail award goes to...\r\n\r\nKingRyan!  Wait, he didn't submit this round.  Nevermind -.-\r\n\r\nThe fail award goes to Gantic's first poem, mostly for the use of the word "stabile."\r\n\r\nAnyway, new theme is going to be...\r\n\r\nLove Poems!\r\n\r\nThe deadline is Valentines Day.  Have fun yall!

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Zophia

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Posted January 24, '09 11:10am UTC

Yay, I won!
Not that there was many competitors, but still. Joy over winning this for the first time~

Love poems. I have some, but they are weird. >_> Well, can try~

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slliM

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Posted January 24, '09 10:23pm UTC

Lauren (based on something real.)

Lauren.
The angel of my time.
Lauren.
Wish she wasn't mine.

She is,
Worst girl in the town.
But she,
Makes my world go round.

I love her in every way,
But I'm glad she moved away.

She's the best thing in my life,
But she still sucks at the same time.

It was more of a short and suckish song instead of a short and suckish poem. -note to self: learn notes for this on guitar-

I substituted the real name with a fake one of course.

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kingryan

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Posted January 24, '09 11:37pm UTC

And the fail award goes to...

KingRyan! Wait, he didn't submit this round. Nevermind -.-

*Sigh*

Love Poems eh? Oh...no.......

They have to be written for the comp. right?

Here is one I wrote a couple of weeks ago:

As the gloomy colours of loneliness,
are replaced by those of joy.
I wander away into the wilderness,
And leave behind me as a boy.

I wander through the twilit times,
Ever searching for those dreams.
In the everlasting clime,
I wonder what it all means.

But when your heart is breaking,
I will come to you.
Even if the earth is shaking,
My heart must stay true.

When you joy is finally gone,
I will bring the light.
I will help you see the dawn,
After that troublesome night.

What do yall think?

KingRyan

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Lynoth

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Posted January 25, '09 3:07am UTC

None of them understand love like this
We'll be together forever in bliss
Not even death can hurt this thing we've got
All those other couples can just rot

I'll get dinner for our guests
I assure you, our food's the best
Woh, we're legal people in here
Nothing illegal anywhere near

Oh, dear, I love you
I promise I've been true
Life's nothing without this
Give me one last sweet kiss

It's about a man who thinks he has a wife, but he doesn't, and the "guests" are doctors checking/cleaning his room in the asylum they work in.

Strange for a love poem, but once you've got an idea it's hard to stop.

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Aaroniscool

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Nomad

Posted January 25, '09 9:15pm UTC

Love.
Spoken many ways and many times,
With different feelings of different kinds.
Some think it bitter, some think it warm;
To be abandoned by the other, or to the other you adorn.

Love: An anxious enigma
Love: Never misunderstood.
Love: Can either feel evil or good

Love, acceptance, Love, rejection.
I prefer the former
though it might change with the section.

Hopefully, all sections of my life
will be with her.
Hopefully the only thing that changes in my life
is that my love for her grows greater.
I hope that when the time comes and I finally find her
And place on her hand, a token, a reminder.

Love.

Idk...:P

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Gantic

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Posted January 26, '09 10:55pm UTC

I promise no heart-melters (because I couldn't pull one out even though there is still have a lot of time, I'm satisfied with mine. We get three weeks!) Melty hearts are gooey gushy messes, but who would want it cleaned?

This is not a Stupid Shakespeare Sonnet:
Shall I not speak to you as lovers may

Shall I not speak to you as lovers may?
Or not compare you to a summer's day?
Shall I not whisper love into your ear?
Say how my heart would flutter when you near?
Shall I not make you melt as choc'late may
On the hottest of the hottest summer day?
Shall you ever be my only waking thought?
Or only be to me as dreams have wrought?
Shall I know your eyes are nothing like the sun?
Or the moon that shines when day is done?
Shall I not speak to you as lovers may?
Ascribe my words to poetry cliche?
Or shall I tell you how I love you so
In the truest words that you alone would know?
How you would use your hair to hide your eyes
And turn your head away your smile disguise
How when you laugh you look about to cry?
How each tear falls as I would wipe your eye?
How I remember everyday with you
Spent on all things we never liked to do,
Yet I would still do again with you
If ever that experience was new.
Shall I not speak to you as lovers may?
And not just on Saint Valentine's today?

I promise no heart-melters (because I couldn't pull one out even though there is still have a lot of time, I'm satisfied with mine. We get three weeks!) Melty hearts are gooey gushy messes, but who would want it cleaned?\r\n\r\n[b]This is not a Stupid Shakespeare Sonnet:\r\nShall I not speak to you as lovers may[/b]\r\n\r\nShall I not speak to you as lovers may?\r\nOr not compare you to a summer's day?\r\nShall I not whisper love into your ear?\r\nSay how my heart would flutter when you near?\r\nShall I not make you melt as choc'late may\r\nOn the hottest of the hottest summer day?\r\nShall you ever be my only waking thought?\r\nOr only be to me as dreams have wrought?\r\nShall I know your eyes are nothing like the sun?\r\nOr the moon that shines when day is done?\r\nShall I not speak to you as lovers may?\r\nAscribe my words to poetry cliche?\r\nOr shall I tell you how I love you so\r\nIn the truest words that you alone would know?\r\nHow you would use your hair to hide your eyes\r\nAnd turn your head away your smile disguise\r\nHow when you laugh you look about to cry?\r\nHow each tear falls as I would wipe your eye?\r\nHow I remember everyday with you\r\nSpent on all things we never liked to do,\r\nYet I would still do again with you\r\nIf ever that experience was new.\r\nShall I not speak to you as lovers may?\r\nAnd not just on Saint Valentine's today?

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kingryan

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Posted January 27, '09 3:31am UTC

Awww Gantic...that was beautiful...

*wipes tear from eye*

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When I first saw you,
I didn't think much.
You were just another girl,
I had no thoughts of love or such.

But I met you later,
When you befriended my friend.
I spoke to you a little,
But conversations end.

The next day we talked more,
And me and you became us.
But then something bad happened,
You were hit by a bus.

???

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